I have heard the sky distinctly
vocalize adoration

In fact
it’s the norm

The blue is a choir’s harmony,
that you’ll miss if you only see

Ride on clouds, look down
over people, wave, they gaze up

The deepest shadows
beneath you, above brightest light,
the first phantoms we see tonight

I may wish, I am told,
and I might

Tonight, somewhere,
is truth

A promise
to be good

Come true…
comes true!

The dizzying height
from stars looking down
is nothing but pure hallelujah

Chagall 2019

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